Snow Czar

I meant to write this yesterday but I got caught up with packing for a trip, cooking and shoveling 

oh my God the shoveling. We have so much area to shovel and yet no snow blower. 

But there is no place to put one. 

If one would invent a snowblower that folded neatly to shovel size, that would do the trick.

 Sadly, nobody has gotten around to inventing it. 

Snow removal is an obsession for B.

He has a precise, sometimes, exhausting, system for how to do it, where to put it and how much should be removed, in order to minimize the development of ice.

It can be equally argued as the work of a genius or a madman.

Usually it's just around this time of year though that he throws in the shovel and says, "Fuck it." because  there is too much snow and nowhere to put it anymore.

Despite this, I still think there's no better candidate. Somebody really needs to appoint that man to be the Snow Removal Czar of  Southern New England.

Consider this my public nomination.

Here is a funny thing. 

We are in NJ on vacation. 4-6 inches are expected tomorrow.

And so it goes on and on. 

Last Cookie

My friend posts a note everyday with something new that he wrote. He has invited me to do the same. I hope you like this one-it was the January prompt for my writer's group.

The Last Cookie in The Yellow Room

I am standing at the counter

in the yellow room 

that is mykitchen.

I am eating the very last cookie 

in the last box of the

Peanut Butter 

Girl Scout Cookies that come

but once a year.

I was not thinking of getting any

though this is the season for such,

when I happened upon 

the colorful boxes

and the cheerful girls 

in their beanies,

outside of the store.

I bought the cookies home 

And placed them

in a cupboard with out saying so.

Curious as to how long 

it would take 

for them to be found.

I came the very next day, 

today,

to find the boxes 

opened, ransacked.

One lonely cookie was left

uneaten, last in line

nestled safely 

in its plastic tray.

I bit into the cookie

savoring 

the salty sweet taste 

of peanut butter and chocolate.

It tasted sweeter 

because it was the last cookie,

in the last box, 

for the year.

It tasted even sweeter to me

because, 

although for everyone else,

it was the last cookie,

I knew of another box.

Tucked away

 unopened.

Where is it?

I’ll never tell.

(Obviously I can't show this to my family until I have gone through that last box of cookies.)

Wager-A Short Story

A few years back, out with B and some friends, I got caught in the middle of a conversation about basketball teams.
The topic was Secular vs. Catholic school teams (for lack of a better phrase) focusing on how the Catholic teams always seem to be much better.

I mentioned that it would be pretty funny if the losing teams began to renounce God en mass, after losing to a big Catholic school team.

We went with it for a bit and it was very entertaining.

I have been fascinated with really short stories that contain larger stories, in just a few sentences or small paragraphs.

I was reminded of that conversation today while listening to the priest at church talk about the story of Job.

Here is what I came up with today-Hope it works.

I also have to credit a certain Guy Benoit for coming up with the team name and finding the idea funny-it was definitely a collaboration.

A new wager was made, straight out of the book of Job. 
Sadly, the previous winner is foiled this time when Bucci's Auto Body unanimously renounces God, in favor of his Adversary, after losing in a landslide to the St. Pius basketball team on Thursday.